Vervain And Oak

Vervain And Oak

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*Under editing* "I don't think this one is worth all my positions, Gregory. She already looks like a twig without any buds." The stout man chuckled and the praetorium filled with hideous laughter. He squeezed Roseanne's bottom and grinned. The nerve in her jaw ticked so hard she thought it might broke. Roseanne adjusted her chains and took a grip of the man's hands. His eyes widened at the sudden manoeuvre. "Touch me again and I will show you why they do not let female warriors in here." Her cold voice was filled with poison. The fat person's obese frame shook as he laughed. He pushed Roseanne towards the broken table. Before the man could process the further things, Roseanne pulled out the old table's leg and stabbed it's pointy end into the fat person's chest. Pieces of wood came out from his wound along with the blood, he let out a hoarse scream. Roseanne's lips turned into a lopsided smile. ___ We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Roseanne gets a penance to work as a warrior in north Britain's military. As a trained assassin she's vicious and cruel, and apart from that she's a vampire as well. Roseanne searches for her past from which she has compelled out by another vampire. This is the story of how she fails. © COPYRIGHT 2019 by raven.
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The Alistairs admitted the truth. Their fifth is Rose, both silver and gold-called, though her existence must remain a secret from those who'd imprison her or condemn the Alistairs for their change of heart. With Rose operating from the shadows, they fight for both sides: to free the priests and protect the living and the dead from the hunger of the worms. *** (Excerpt, Alexander's POV) *** Rose laughed. "She wasn't cruel, just bossy. She kept telling me to find privacy and not to tell anyone that she was contacting me." "Why?" Gabriel asked. "She didn't say. Please don't ever tell her I told you." "The priests make secrecy their policy in everything," I said. "What would you have done if I wasn't here?" Would you have kept her a secret from us, Rose? Her warm fingers ran over the nape of my neck. "I'd have been even more upset that you weren't here." Too cute. She was going to be the death of me. Eyes that begged me to come closer while she put her hand on my chest, warning me off. Climbing on top of me, but keeping the blanket between us. And for the first time in my life I wanted something bad enough that I was afraid to push for it. "Don't worry that we'll step between you and Beatrice," I said. "Build trust with her however you see fit." She gave me a sweet smile. When was Gabriel going to get off the damn call? I'd had Rose to myself for all of two seconds before the world interrupted. "Tell her sometime that you hate us," Gabriel suggested. "If you want to build trust with her." Rose promptly frowned. "I'd rather not." "One day, spit on Gabriel in her presence," I piled on. "She'll kiss your cheek." "Did she always hate you like this? Why?" "Some feelings don't have a good cause. Nothing but one tribe against another," Gabriel said.

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